Notes On Stalking By D. Matrix

im no feminist,

but you do not get to dictate what makes me feel sexy and gorgeous.

if my hair is a colour you hate,

good. you didnt pay for it, its not attached to you, and you dont have to see it every day.

the day a man puts a ring on it is the day he gets any say in how i look, and it will be SOLELY because i want to look sexy for him too, not just me.

until then, keep your goddam comments to yourself. i am the closest to ideal you will ever lay a grubby paw on so can it sparky.

its just after 6am. i woke up for god knows what reason. in attempts to try and fall back asleep, i grab my phone and see what new pics of gorgeous halfnaked men yellowasian has posted. my reaction? “Jesus. O.o”. well add some drool in there, cos there was a man that one might say rocks the jesus hair and beard. he was half naked. it was divine. anyways, in my half asleepness, i discovered my roommate drinks from the milkjug. UH DISGUSTING? he smokes. itd be less disgusting but he smokes. yeah. just what i want in my cereal. secondhand mouthnasty. awesome.

i wish id slept another five (four at least) hours. i just wana run my errands, slave at work (haha thats a good one. i kid, my job is grossly easy and even quite boring sometimes. i often get paid to do sweet fuck all), and go see my boyfriend. he is taking me out to dinner and then were going to see Poe. Oh john cusack, you are so great.